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That Sense of Going...

There is pain in the soul
it is invincible
the whole body feels it
and it is
undeniable

You know it when
you start to cease
you cannot tell it to anyone
what you tell them is the joy
of the smile
the stories of
the nice days to come

For you are afraid of the sound of the wailing of the clock
the sobbing of the bedsheets
the cries of the walls
the darkness of the heavens
the pouring of the heavy rain

You are their love
and they have become all your fears
but the hands of the clock
signal the green light of going
and so you must go
silently
you tiptoe like air beyond the threshold of the door

The next morning the pain in your soul is gone
it is taken from the strings of your body
you can see people crying but you cannot hear them
what is the use of this movie you ask yourself
there is no sound and it is boring
like an old Chaplin
and so you finally go

To a place where it is as tranquil as a bay without boats and birds
airy, and as they have promised you
perfect
beyond the arms of the words
beyond the lips of the mouth....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Hear

It is mid night knock and I hear
Lots of pain in body and me silently bear
No use to raise pain voice to bother members
As they are watching my end coming near

I slight open eyes and watch half consciously
The prayers and hymns are heard continuously
They believer that some last words may make my end peaceful
They are sobbing and watching at me with tears full

I had been with them for decades
Now time has come to bade
It is painful saga and stark reality
Helplessness to feel with remorse and pity

No one may say bad words at the back
As many things will be at stake
Someone may be claiming property and fortune
Others may be worried for good days gone

I have love each and everyone
Out side too and not at home alone
I see its impact today as death bell rings
Prayer is on with tears and they all sing

What a bond to feel at the time of heavenly journey!
Nothing accompanies not even relatives, friends or money
Only good will and well wishes at the time of departure
Wishing rest in peace and making it sure

I am half sunk and repeatedly opening eyes
They all lower their heads and desperately try
To hear gentle words if I ever I tried to speak
Strengthen their belief and not make them weak

Yes, it is midnight knock
And I hear heavy foot steps and sound of clock
Both arms have been struck at right 12 o'clock
I am closing eyes as if life is running out of stock

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Sounds

i heard the sound of the clock ticking
some things come
i am remembering these some things
burnt, and melting in my forehead,
i like the sound of the ticking of grandfather's
clock at night, i hear footsteps
and drippings of water
from the gutter to the floor

the window is closed and the wind makes
the sound of someone caught between
door jambs, creaking sounds creeping
on the wall, something is terrible, really terrible
and i turn my body to the left side,

there is this storm, and the strong rain comes
with the grunting wind, and trees are falling
unto each other, i hear leaves and twigs,
and the roof wanting to leave the house,

something is terribly happening on this night
of the suicidal darkness, the shimmer of the river
looks like a stainless knife

who's there? i ask the door. The mirror on the other
side answers, how dare you?

it is nobody. it is just myself, my mouth answers.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Jump And Run!

I asked to you
you said: we have so much to burn!
so we will not regrets!

TIC! TAC!

You offered me one sweet and renewed soul
i give you only fears and cold!

TIC! TAC!

The Clock did it its sound

We cant hear anything
We did not want see nothing
Only you and me

TIC! TAC!

your words so afective!
my moods so distracted!
our hearts so connected!

TIC! TAC!

I came so close
A music on air
A movie so sad!

TIC! TAC!

The hands of the clock
Jealous of us
that sounds again

TIC! TAC!

the time reigns
claim for our hearts
insidious night!

TIC! TAC!

So, go Jump togheter
Go run togheter
Time now is mute and happy!

poem by Mirna Morgan
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Red Rain

Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
I am standing up at the waters edge in my dream
I cannot make a single sound as you scream
It cant be that cold, the ground is still warm to touch
This place is so quiet, sensing that storm
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
Well Ive seen them buried in a sheltered place in this town
They tell you that this rain can sting, and look down
There is no blood around see no sign of pain
Hay ay ay no pain
Seeing no red at all, see no rain
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
Red rain-
Putting the pressure on much harder now
To return again and again
Just let the red rain splash you
Let the rain fall on your skin
I come to you defences down
With the trust of a child
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
And I cant watch any more
No more denial
Its so hard to lay down in all of this
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is pouring down
Red rain is coming down all over me
I see it
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is pouring down
Red rain is coming down all over me
Im bathing in it
Red rain coming down
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is coming down all over me
Im begging you
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Over me in the red red sea
Over me
Over me
Red rain

song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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A close end

The clock was ticking
It made sound of striking
Both arms moving with long space
Competition to reach out in race

It is closing at last moment
Both arms are struck with no movement
The expiry is over with no sign of revival
It is confirmed there is no more survival

The body is laid for rest
It served till the last with its best
The life span was spread over years
Now no more sound or voice to reach ears

It has no relevance today
Two arms are not crossing the way
They are stuck with as they are
The distance is increased to remain very far

The clock will be thrown and body cremated
The goodness will be remembered and narrated
The nice and noble work to remain in memory
Now there is no concern or worry

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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This is my body

This is my body that you see
It is beautiful carved by God’s hands
Smoothened by His breaths

You will love it and want to have it
To touch and caress
To be feasted upon by the hunger
Of your eyes and thirst of your lips
To be rubbed by the coldness of your body
Seeking the warmth of my flesh

This is my body that you will first see
But there is more in me than my body
This soul that seeks your soul
This beautiful soul that seeks the beauty of your soul
The hands of my spirit reaching out to your invisible hands
They have all for years been longing to clasp
My soul longing to be with your soul
So they can be together
To be fused with each other as one
To be happy and calm and perfect
To that final place where this body
Shies away because something more beautiful
Inside it shines and glows and becomes
So beautiful in all eternity

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sound Of Your Cry

(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
The clock by the bed is ticking too loud in the quiet night
I lie in the darkness thinking I must go before its light
Before you open up your eyes and you beg me to stay
Ill leave cause I cant stand to see you hurt this way
Sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye
Then I wont hear the sound of your cry
Though I knew the time was coming and our love would end somehow
I just couldnt bear to tell you exactly just when or how
I know we cant go on, that it was wrong to start
But if you wake up crying now, you know youll break my heart
Sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye
Then I wont hear the sound of your cry
Sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye
Then I wont hear the sound of your cry
Ohhhh, sleep my love as I kiss you, kiss you, kiss you goodbye
Then I wont hear the sound of your cry
Ohhhh, sleep my love as I kiss you

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Words Cause Pain

Rain drops are falling on my head
rain rain rain
it's just hiding the tears on my face
rain rain rain
why can't it hide the pain?
rain rain rain
for God sake go away and come back another day
every dropp that falls on my body hurts
what hurts more are does words that people say
sometime i just wish they just take it all away
words hurts! its causes pain! !
but people don't care
they don't care about the pain that you're feeling
having you feeling down on yourself, makes you said and cry
what they don't know is those words could make someone wants to die
next thing you know, have some one commiting suicide
this all could happen over words that people say
makes you build up this pain that you cant control
that pain that will never make you whole
it will tear you apart
rip your heart apart
those are words that'll bring tears
words that cause fears
rain rain rain
please stop!
let the sun come out
so that the world could see my pain.

poem by Esther JeanLoiis
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You Took The Words Right Out My Mouth

It was a hot summer night and the beach was burning
There was a fog crawling over the sand
When I listen to your heart I hear the whole world turning
I see the shooting stars
Falling through your trembling hands
You were licking your lips and your lipstick shining
I was dying just to ask for a taste
We were lying together in a silver lining
By the light of the moon
You know there's not another moment to waste
Not another moment
Not another moment to waste
You hold me so close that my knees grow weak
But my soul is flying high above the ground
I'm trying to speak but no matter what I do
I just can't seem to make any sound
And then you took the words right out of my mouth
Oh-it must have been while you were kissing me
You took the words right out of my mouth
And I swear it's true
I was just about to say I love you
And then you took the words right out of my mouth
Oh-it must have been while you were kissing me
You took the words right out of my mouth
And I swear it's true
I was just about to say I love you
Now my body is shaking like a wave on the water
And I guess that I'm beginning to grin
Oooh, we're finally alone and we can do what we want to
The night is young
And ain't no one gonna know where
No one gonna know where
No one's gonna know where you've been
You were licking your lips and your lipstick shining
I was dying just to ask for a taste
We were lying together in a silver lining
By the light of the moon
You know there's not another moment to waste
Not another moment
Not another moment to waste
And then you took the words right out of my mouth
Oh-it must have been while you were kissing me
You took the words right out of my mouth
And I swear it's true
I was just about to say I love you
And then you took the words right out of my mouth
Oh-it must have been while you were kissing me
You took the words right out of my mouth
And I swear it's true
I was just about to say I love you

song performed by by Meat Loaf
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I can not wait for two o’clock to come

I cannot wait for two o’clock to come
to climb on my motorbike
and to ride to the place
where the words of other poets
get life and energy
and bring bliss and burning beauty
and sometimes sincerity
or stark reality
as magic to me.

I cannot wait for two o’clock to come
to hear the words
of a master and to find something
in his thoughts that I can make mine,
as if it was buried in my soul
just waiting for the sun and rain
and interaction to sprout
growing green like a living thing.

I cannot wait for two o’clock to come
to read my own poetry
and to see what other
people make of it
and to know
if my words are truly
hitting their mark.

I cannot wait for two o’clock to come
and to experience something great
that makes life worth living
and perhaps for some time
to sit near the presence
of the Immortal One
that gives man the ability
to turn words into the magic
that life aught to be.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Silent Cry

(Music: DirkschneiderKaufmannGianola - Words: DirkschneiderKaufmann)
Dancing in the daylight - all just been so fine
And heartbeats keep on going - all the time
Don't you hear the calling - don't you see the falling
All the cries
Can't you get the warning - how the pain is dawning
See the signs
When eyes don't see - and hands don't touch
It's all been a pack of lies
When hearts don't feel - it's all too much
It's just the sound of a silent cry
Just the sound of a silent cry
Crying in the moonlight - darkness closing in
I fear for the heartbeats - wondering
If we come together - is it so much better
I don't know
Why are we not trying - ending all the crying
Giving hope
[Bridge]
[Chorus]

song performed by by U. D. O.
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Mesalliance

I am troubled to-night with a curious pain;

It is not of the flesh, it is not of the brain,

Nor yet of a heart that is breaking:

But down still deeper, and out of sight—

In the place where the soul and the body unite—

There lies the scat of the aching.

They have been lovers in days gone by;

But the soul is fickle, and longs to fly

From the fettering mesalliance:

And she tears at the bonds which are binding her so,

And pleads with the body to let her go,

But he will not yield compliance.

For the body loves, as he loved in the past,

When he wedded the soul; and he holds her fast,

And swears that he will not loose her;

That he will keep her and hide her away

For ever and ever and for a day

From the arms of Death, the seducer.

Ah! this is the strife that is wearying me—

The strife 'twixt a soul that would be free

And a body that will not let her.

And I say to my soul, 'Be calm, and wait;

For I tell ye truly that soon or late

Ye surely shall drop each fetter.'

And I say to the body, 'Be kind, I pray;

For the soul is not of thy mortal clay,

But is formed in spirit fashion.'

And still through the hours of the solemn night

I can hear my sad soul's plea for flight,

And my body's reply of passion.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Rain and the Girl

i just met a girl
who does not carry an umbrella
because she loves
the rain

i do not dare ask her
if she is crying,

if she cries
i am afraid i do not have the right to ask her why

when she gets near me
i have not dared looking into her eyes
i tell myself
it is none of my business

she begins to speak
but i who love the sonorous sound of the rain
has no time to listen

the sound of rain
is more than enough for me
to know
the meaning of pain

this time
after all those long years of listening
i do not think much

the rain speaks
actually for itself

now, i am
writing it
and then the girl is gone...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dancing With Soul

Standing chilled
Head down, surrounded by sound
Lights embracing the human body
Keeping it nurtured and warm
Head up, eyes stare forward
Everyone in an avalanche of dance
A raging community of movement
Yet you, the outsider stay glued to the ground
You’re asked to dance
By the coolest collective cat on the dynamic delicious dance floor
You know this person
They go by “Soul”
Why so shy?
If Soul can cut a rug, you can be the fabric
If Soul can bust loose, then you can also untighten
If Soul can dance the night away, don’t you dear go to sleep
Tonight is a special night
The dancing is not for singles
But for doubles
Don’t be afraid, dance with Soul

Dancing with Soul, you can feel it

Dramatic drums beating in your head
Soft iced guitar strings flicking your arms
Overpowered synthesized voice escaping your mouth
Your body a liquid rhythm of a harmonic ocean
You and Soul are one
This is no ones Soul
This is YOUR Soul

poem by Paul Celano
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All I Am

I am a canary trapped in a cage.
I am the words not on a page.
I am the body showing its age.
I should not fret. It's just a stage.

I am the leafless tree in the fall.
I am the Cinderella left at the Ball.
I am the echo that's lost its call.
I should not fret. I've seen it all.

I am the desert without any rain.
I am the soul that feels your pain.
I am the thoughts I can't explain.
I should not fret or ever complain.

I am the wind that has no sound.
I am the fish afraid to drown.
I am the lover waiting to be found.
I should not fret. I'm still around.
I am.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Sound Of Silence....

it speaks no words,
yet they fall on the soul..
quietly falls on the heart so heavy,
pain wrapped, the words of silence....

filth and grime,
pure and honest,
the words do a medley of sorts,
ever felt the sound of silence..

the world pulls down,
the dust seems sticking,
tears entrapped in the soul,
commotion in the worldly shows.

what's life? regret, remorse..
the dull light always burning,
resonating from inside,
try listening, the sound of silence...

the voice screams,
it brings the truth,
momentarily, the pain halts,
with the tasting of the salt.

ironical the world is,
contradiction filled...
sounds stupid, but true,
the sound of silence...

befriend silence,
redemption u find...
the lost answers,
u will find.

sound, so enthralling,
sound, so enigmatic..
yet so healing, , ,
the sound of silence..

poem by Nupur Singhal
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The Musicians

The strings of my heart were strung by Pleasure,
And I laughed when the music fell on my ear,
For he and Mirth played a joyful measure,
And they played so loud that I could not hear
The wailing and mourning of souls a-weary -
The strains of sorrow that floated around,
For my heart's notes rang out loud and cheery,
And I heard no other sound.

Mirth and Pleasure, the music brothers,
Played louder and louder in joyful glee;
But sometimes a discord was heard by others -
Though only the rhythm was heard by me.
Louder and louder, faster and faster
The hands of the brothers played strain on strain,
When all of a sudden a Mighty Master
Swept them aside; and Pain,

Pain, the musician, the soul-refiner,
Restrung the strings of my quivering heart,
And the air that he played was a plaintive minor,
So sad that the tear-drops were forced to start;
Each note was an echo of awful anguish,
As shrill as solemn, as sharp as slow,
And my soul for a reason seemed to languish
And faint with its weight of woe.

With skilful hands that were never weary,
This Master of Music played strain on strain,
And between the bars of the miserere,
He drew up the strings of my heart again,
And I was filled with a vague, strange wonder,
To see that they did not snap in two.
'They are drawn so tight, they will break assunder, '
I thought, but instead, they grew,

In the hands of the Master, firmer and stronger;
And I could hear on the stilly air -
Now my ears were deafened by Mirth no longer -
The sound of sorrow, and grief, and despair;
And my soul grew kinder and tender to others,
My nature grew sweeter, my mind grew broad,
And I held all men to be my brothers,
Linked by the chastening rod.

My soul was lifted to God and heaven,
And when on my heart-strings fell again
The hands of Mirth, and Pleasure, even,
There was never a discord to mar the strain.
For Pain, the musician, and soul-refiner,
Attuned the strings with a master hand,
And whether the music be major or minor,
It is always sweet and grand.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Pain runs through my body

Pain runs through my body, and I don't need anymore.
Pain runs through my body, so leave me alone you whore.
Pain runs through my blood, as I start to bleed.
Pain runs through my body, and love is what I need.
Pain runs through my body, everyday of my life.
Pain runs through my body, as I pick up the knife.
Pain runs through my body, as I put it through my chest.
Pain runs through my body and I think you know the rest.

poem by Ari Castillo
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Listening To The Clock Ticking

that last servant of the house
finally leaves

she also had to go to sleep with her mother
it happens this way sometimes

he is left alone and as he tries to sleep
he feels that the big mouth of the house is eating him

swallowed his body listens to the sound of the clock on the wall
ticking and ticking as if time is running out.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Hindus' Karma Theory

Soul had no pain without body.
Body has no pain without soul.
Soul, liberated has no pain.
Body, dead, lost senses for pain.

Engine with oil runs the car.
Without oil, the car won't move.
The credit goes to the engine.
Burdon of the fruit goes with soul.

The soul finds an entrance in a birth.
With it come the fruit of the past.
As long as the sin carried over,
The soul enters birth after birth.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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